"Use your weapons with prudence, employing them only when the cosmos demands it. Use your creativity as the first means of preventing danger. When you cannot prevent, avoid. When you cannot avoid, confuse. When you cannot confuse, dissuade. When you cannot dissuade, hurt. When you cannot hurt, injure. When you cannot injure, maim. Only when the scheme of totality demands you be its messenger, kill." - BSN2
The Mottos of Some Guy Named Smith
• The end justifies the means
• Two wrongs make a right
• Live by the ninja star, die by the ninja star
• I don't wanna get hit by no f-ing ninja star
• What goes around comes around
Words to the Wise: This site has absolutely nothing to do with ninja stars.
So, why the title, then? Here's a little story for you, friends:
My senior year of high school, which incidentally was not long ago at all, I was traveling on a charter bus with my best friend and a hundred other students much like us to a God-forsaken land full of girls named Angi, which strangely reminds me of the word fungi. This land was called Massillon, and actually, this land continues to be called Massillon (except by those who lovingly refer to it as Warm Thighs, which no one actually does), as it still exists as such today. Now, as we were voyaging to this sweet land of Angis, the lad behind me (who we'll assign the name Jeff Hipp to, as that actually is his name) suddenly whipped out a slice of crisp paper the colour of snow not yet touched by human urine, whereupon he furiously constructed a weapon from those fibers of vegetation that had once lay tucked away, deep in his bag o' mysterious wonders. The ninja star. I was a star-handling virgin in those days, but I did know one thing - a proper paper star must be pruned. So prune, Jeff did. Taking out his Swiss army knife (complete with scissors, naturally), he carefully sheared the jagged edges from my star. A site title was born.
And let me mention now that you must have a little font called Rockwell to view this site. I'm not asking; I'm not pleading; I'm demanding. If you need it, venture here to get it, laddie.
That said, choose your weapon:
